A poem for the sad jays fan

The season began, filled with great hopes
A new year, a new season even a new pope
With Halladay looking good and Wells looking great
We all knew this would be the season for our beloved Jays
Our aspirations faded our dreams were dimned
The solid looking blue jays had more losses than wins
The Red Sox are rolling the Yankees just stink
And the poor little Blue Jays were lost in a blink
Once again we find ourselves saying
Maybe next year we can see the jays really playing
The flight was grounded
The trumpet is yet to be sounded
And we wait again
For the Jays to ascend